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When a brave soldier dies,
A new poppy begins to rise.
Tear drops rain down from the sky,
the mourning doves begin to fly.
The song of the bird,
is barely heard,
over the panicking animal herd.
Trenches were dug,
they were crawling with bugs,
during the dreadful war.
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When a brave soldier dies,
his injured spirit flies,
to the land of peace,
Heaven.
Hearts are broken,
when the body is found in the bracken.
(Two second pause.)
Soldier's wounds will never heal,
not one injury will seal,
during the dreadful war.
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When a brave soldier dies,
the pain in families increase in size.
The spirits put the torch,
on my front porch.
They hoped it would be me,
who saved my country.
But now I am one of them,
looking down from Heaven.
I came from before,
from the dreadful war.
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This was for Remembrance Day and my class and teacher said that it was really good so I turned the poem into a son and posted it and then it got super popular. I still can't believe it.
